Eira snarled as the dragon picked her up. As he set her down, her flames died down just a smidgen, and then shot back up. Turning swiftly on her feet, she glared at the giant once again.

"Don't you dare fucking pick me up again." Her voice, as it had been throughout this little encounter, was cold, icy, and dark. A slight blush surfaced on her cheeks as her shoulders twitched a little. Bad memories began to surface, but with an iron will she shoved them back down. For god's sake, the streets of New York was no place for a girl to grow up.

About to spit some other vehement comment out, Eira was cut short by the professor's words. Scowling, she turned towards the bloody teacher, of course, not wanting to go back to where she came from, Eira kept her mouth shut. Waiting, she watched as the dragon took off his cloak. Damnit, for a big scaly giant, he was rather attractive. Snarling, she responded to Professor Jade.

"Oi! If I could keep it bottled up I would. Do you have any idea what it feels like to never have a hot meal in your life?!?!" Eira's voice echoed around the arena, carrying itself down to the professor in the center of the ground. Crossing her arms, Eira leaned back against the metal railing that stood behind her. Shooting daggered glares at both the teacher and the lizard, Eira's flames coiled around the metal. Soon, the once glossy railing became foggy with a thin layer of ice.